Norah
His eyes burned into mine like an inferno, the fire in his vision roaring, his gray ones watching me with a blank expression. The magnificent gray of his eyes bore into me, imprinting itself on my memory, with an unforgettable heated stare. His stare should have creeped me out, should have had me run for the hills, should have made my fear roar. But it didn't. Surprisingly, it was the latter. His stare screamed to me to hold him tight in my embrace, relieve his pain, assure him that whatever happened to Olivia wasn't the outcome of his whatever deed, and provide him with the warmth he never knew he needed. I wonder what he thought in his thick skull that he watched my sobbing ugly face almost like a hawk. Was he reminded of my scars when he saw me? Was he reminded of the moment when
